Attracting the Wrong Attention PV Alan V. Fin.

The third year was on a stroll to his secret spot, that was not so secret anymore; yet he still found that it was usually empty. He could still go there to relax and let his mind rest, maybe practice or simply lean back and listen to the sounds nature had to offer. It usually was quite nice to just listen, while he did his homework. The wind rustling through the leaves could even put his restless mind to sleep as it seemed and for a few moments Alan could sit still; as if someone had pressed pause for him and he usually just went with it.

But right as he was about to go to the tree, to rest and maybe close his eyes for a while, he could make out a figure walking along the lines of the forbidden forest; Alan narrowed his eyes and tried to figure out what the person was doing there. After straining his eyes for a bit, he figured out that the person was busy picking up something and Alan wondered what it was, thoughts of worry and curiosity filling his head. Was it maybe a upper year, collecting ingredients for a potion? Alan decided, just to be on the safe side of things, to check out what was going on and slowly made his way over, his hands buried in the pockets of his black pants; a red sweater keeping him warm in the early spring weather and his robes to protect him from possible wind and weather.

Once he got a better view and could see what exactly the other kid was doing at the edge of the forest, Alan swiftly quickened his pace as he made his way toward the figure; falling into a light jog as he did so. "H-Heyy!", he tried to call out to whoever it was. The person was picking up what appeared to be flowers, but while that was not usually concerning, it was the kind of flower that the boy picked up. Alan just recently had learned about those, when he flipped through the pages of the Book of Monsters and had seen illustrations of the flower right next to what appeared to be a blood-sucking creature. He had not read much about it, he just lazily skimmed the page for words and sentences that stuck out from the rest, but when he did that, he had learned how the creature could be quite dangerous as a sting of it hurt a lot. They apparently were really attracted to the smell of the flower the kid was picking up from the ground and that was what made the alarm bells in his head ring.

"Drop the flowers!", he called out, waving his arm a little in the hopes that may catch his attention even more and just hoped that boy was in hearing range. But he was not the only person who had noticed the boy with the hand-picked bouquet... soon enough a swarm of vampyre mosps flew out the forest; they must have smelled the array of their favored flowers, but as soon as they saw the boy holding them, their focus of attention must have shifted and they were aiming for the boy instead, buzzing aggressively. "Y-you need to drop the flowers, quick!"

Roll to not get stung (evasion):
DC 10 (average)
1d20 (8) + 5 = 13 (success)

Even when Alan finally caught up to the other kid, he still kept a safe distance from the animals and luckily the boy had heard him clear and in time; dropping the flowers and getting out of the way of those beasts. They could be awful and a sting by them hurt a lot! A sting by those creatures would require immediate attention or it could get infected and who would ever want that?

Alan shook his head slightly, staring at the boy. "I am just glad nothing happened! This could have been bad!", he explained, pointing at the four bugs, that happily surrounded the bouquet of freshly picked flowers, buzzing loudly, that it could be heard even with the few feet of distant they had. "Th-those are Vampyr Mosps! They love those flowers you were carrying...", he began to explain as he dropped his hand again, focusing back on Flash. The third year was no expert either, but he was glad that he had been able to somewhat help the other student, before something bad could have happened to the kid. But now Alan had to remember his trivia about what he had 'read', when he flipped through the pages of the book and what he might have heard from hear-say. After all as a kid he had been warned from those creatures and not to get close to them. They were lucky they are purple and not read. The red mosps were known to be even more aggressive and most likely would have not left the taller kid alone, even after he had dropped the flowers. "They somehow bite AND sting and whatever they do it just hurts a lot! I don't know everything but a bite or sting from them can take a while to heal fully and they suck your blood like mosquitoes... nasty things", he said shaking his head with a scrunched up nose, before he relaxed his features.

"We can't just let them roam around here... they could hurt someone!", the third year mentioned, eyeing the slightly taller boy. "Should we ask for help? W-wait... we can't, it might get you in trouble to go so close to the forrest-", Alan turned to the castle that looked like it was quite far away from where they were standing. "Do you have another idea maybe?", he asked the blue eyed kid.

”I’ll put them back. I'll lure them back to the forest with the flowers. If anything looks like it’s going wrong, cover me, won’t you?”, he heard the other boy say and slowly nodded, not quite sure whether this was the best idea. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was the only reasonable idea he himself could think of. Then again it was the other boy's idea and Alan then and there realized that this was quite a well thought-out strategy for something the boy had come up with on the spot. "That could... that could work, yeah- just be careful!", he offered and watched the other boy curiously, "If something goes wrong, I am right here", he added to answer the small request from the other student, to cover him, if anything were to go badly. To proof it, Alan took out his wand from the holster inside the sleeve of his robe and twirled it around between his fingers, before getting a loose grasp on it and nodding to the kid.

Watch out for the red ones... they don't care about the flowers. Wh-when you're close they attack... So make sure to hurry before more show up", he explained, hoping that this was all there was, "I... don't think there is more; that's all I could find out through studying for creature care", he said, slightly apologetically. Alan had no idea how this would all go and he was not sure, whether this idea would work out. But it sounded smart and Alan saw no reason as to why it would not work out. He would need to wait and see, but he was ready to intervene with a spell, if necessary...

Roll to grab the flowers (Accuracy):
DC 10 (average)
1d20 (5) + 6 = 11 (success)

Roll to evade the last mosp (Evasion):
DC 10 (average)
1d20 (5) + 5 = 10 (failure)

Alan tried to watch out over the other kid as good as he could manage with the trees and branches restricting his view. Alan was about to shout, as soon as the other kid stepped inside the forest; involuntarily taking a step forward. But Alan stopped, deciding that the other would know what he was doing and Alan was quite sure that this has not been the best idea after all, but the best they could manage. Now here he was standing, wand at the ready and lifted to cast a spell in case anything went downhill, gnawing on his lower lip insecurely.

What have they gotten themselves into? But it got only worse, when he heard a yelp from the other boy, that sounded like he was in a great amount of pain and Alan's jaw clenched, deciding he could not only stay aside now and do nothing. The third year took a few steps towards the forest, ready to see whatever has happened, when he saw the blonde boy stumble out of the. Ala reacted in an instant, rushing forward in case he needed some support and soon enough the blue eyes seem to cloud over in pain and the kid's steps got more and more disoriented.

The third year grabbed his arm lightly, careful to avoid the sting that had made the area of effect take an angry red color. Alan decided the smartest way to support this kid, until he was back to senses was to just stand still and take some of the weight by supporting the blonde's elbows with his hands. "H-Hey... hey, are you okay?", he asked, worry has taken over him, as he glanced down at the sting. It did not seem infected or anything, yet he was sure it must be quite painful. "D-do you need to see the nurse?", he wondered, as he glanced back at the boy in case he wanted to answer something. Alan's grip on the boy was light, only supporting him enough to not fall, but if the boy were to straighten up, he could easily get rid off the support by simply changing the position of his arms.

The third year was quite sure now, that the other kid was not alright in this very moment. He seemed to barely be able to support his own weight, leaning into the support Alan was giving him to the best of his own abilities. He had never been stung by a mosp before and he now knew better than ever before, that he never wanted to experience it either. He would know to stay away from them in the future and surely would hope that the other kid was not gonna go near such flowers again. It did seem quite painful and Alan would not wish that for his worst enemy.

The third year stood there, patiently steadying the other kid, until he would decide, that he did not need any more support from the Gryffindor and even then Alan wanted to make sure to accompany the other kid back to the castle safely.

Alan was a little bit surprised, when the other kid mentioned that they would not go to the nurse. But the third year could not argue with the point that they would ask questions, that would most likely land the other student in trouble. "Okay, b-but promise me to let it get checked out, if it gets worse! Or if it is not better in a few days!", he requested, staring at the other kid, hoping he would at least be sane enough to prioritize his health over getting into trouble. Alan was sure by now that the kid must be younger than he himself was or he would have at least known some basic rules about not touching anything close to the forest that you were not familiar with. He did seem like he was smart and like someone who usually listens in class, but maybe Alan was wrong with his impressions on the other kid. Either way, Alan would find out maybe or maybe not, but those questions weren't important enough to ponder about the answers.

Alan slightly shook his head, when the other kid thanked him, silently telling him that there was no need to thank him for such a thing. "Th-that's hardly worth mentioning... I'm Alan, it's a pleasure t-to meet you, Flash", he introduced himself, as the other kid's name easily rolled off his tongue. He smiled slightly, giving the kid a polite nod, as he was unable to offer his hand for a handshake, since his hands were still occupied with keeping the other kid steady. Though, the amount of weight that pushed down on his hands seemed lighter by now, which was quite a relief, as it meant the Flash must be coming back to his senses slowly. "We need to cover up the sting...", the Gryffindor muttered and looked around, but he could find nothing that wouldn't look suspicious. But when he glanced back at the sting wound and his arms, that were supporting Flash, an idea formed in his head.

"What about my school robes?", he proposed, now it was up to Flash to decide, whether he would accept the offer of wearing the Gryffindor's black school robes, with their distinguishable red seam. Alan had not even paid attention to it and for all he knew the other kid could also be a Gryffindor, even though something told him he was not. Especially because he had not ever seen him in the Common Rooms before.